potion master

The slender fingers pinched the paper and slowly turned it over.

Lyle's gaze shifted from the smile on the man's mouth to the book he held in his hand.

Old cover, yellowed pages.

The cabinet with the locked door on one side was open.

"It's really unexpected, you can read this kind of book?" Roman smiled slightly, and said in a surprised tone, "Are you still the same Olanya who told me not to fall into the darkness? What the hell happened this year?"

Lyle was silent for a few seconds and said, "Roman, put it down."

"Put down what?" With a slight pause of his fingers, Roman closed the book with a "snap", and said to Lyle with a smile, "Put down the book?"

"The magicians in the whole city are looking for you," Lyle said lightly, "Once you use undead magic, someone will soon feel it, even if you cast an enchantment in my house."

"I don't need too long." Roman put the book on a side cabinet.

"What do you want to come here?" Lyle said slowly, "I didn't guard against the people behind me at the beginning, but I won't fall into the same trap a second time."

"I never thought that you would be so stupid as to do the same trick a second time," Roman sneered, "I know that since you recalled those things, you would never let me go. But since you have seen this Why can’t you understand me?” He tapped the book on the desk with his fingers, “Books from the devil world, potions from the soul system, do you really think that the power of a soul magician alone can do this? ?"

Lyle frowned slightly: "If it can't be made with human strength, then I won't force it."

"You're always so upright," Roman laughed, "Why don't you try being a necromancer, those guys are much easier to get along with than those in Royal Li."

Lyle also smiled lightly: "If these words were really useful, I wouldn't have been taken to Saiyan City by those people back then, would I?"

After a pause, Lyle said: "I am not the same person as you. You said that I have the power of the five elements but do not cherish it at all. Perhaps—maybe it is indeed these things I was born with that made me appreciate The field of magic has lost interest, so I'll never understand you."

"Why do you want to be an enemy of the mainland? Why do you want to sacrifice your own life to become a necromancer?" Lyle said slowly, "You have seen with your own eyes, those necromancers waved their hands, and human souls became necromancer magic Roman, your parents may have died a long time ago, died in the hands of the necromancer, and even the soul no longer exists, why can you continue to do this?"

"Why?" The smile on Roman's lips faded, and he seemed to have lost interest in pretending. He sarcastically said, "Olanya, you only know that my parents were killed by necromancers. But you didn't see it with your own eyes. See, you are not me, how can you understand my feelings?"

"The wind kept blowing, and the sky was dyed purple. Those necromancers were wearing cloaks. You couldn't see their faces, eyes, noses, or mouths. Maybe the people under the cloaks were not people at all. "Roman's eyes fell on the place where the sunset was dyed red in the courtyard outside the door, and he murmured, "When they waved their hands, the grass turned yellow and the flowers fell, and my parents were still there telling me a moment ago How incompetent the magician is, his life was taken away in the next second, and he fell in front of me."

Lyle frowned slightly.

"My parents used to be magicians, and they also joined the mercenary group, but they both lost their magic power during a mission," Roman laughed, "They hate demon mages, and think that those people who have magic power are no better than them How much, if their magic power is still there, they can be easily settled, it seems to be amazing."

"You don't know how happy I was when I made water droplets with my own power for the first time, but the next second ushered in the abuse of my parents," Roman said with deep disgust in his eyes, "I will never forget It’s not about those two people, it’s them who told me that people can’t lose power after they have had it, they can only keep going up and getting stronger.”

Recalling his days on Mount Loren, Lyle was silent, and suddenly felt that two people who were completely different were really incomprehensible.No matter how he tells Roman, losing power doesn't necessarily make it very scary, and it doesn't have to touch those taboos to be strong, and the other party doesn't necessarily understand, nor does he necessarily want to understand.

When meeting Roman for the first time, both he and Haixiu were only fifteen or sixteen years old.They were playing with other children in the courtyard, and only Roman sat on the edge of the corridor, looking at them quietly.

At that time, Roman was not as extreme as he is now.He was always silent, and when invited to play by other children, he never said a word, his face was expressionless.

At that time, Lyle knew that this person was different from them.

It was as if something shrouded him from birth, just like he was always in the shadows.It seems that there is something covering him, so that he can feel safe and belong.

This sense of unease has always been with Lyle, and in the end, his premonition finally came true.

Roman looked at him, as if he knew what he was thinking, and smiled faintly.

"I've hated you since I was little."

Lyle was silent.

"Whenever you look at me, I feel that you have seen all my thoughts," Roman laughed sarcastically, "You must think that you are the most sober one? What kind of person is like, It will always be clear in your eyes. But have you ever thought about it, maybe one time, you will see it wrong?"

After a few seconds of silence, Lyle said, "Do you know that I killed those necromancers?"

"Killed by you?" Roman laughed. "No, they didn't all die. I told them not to pester you any longer."

The hand hanging by his side tightened slightly, and Lyle heard himself ask in a calm tone, "Why?"

"Why?" Roman murmured and said with a chuckle, "Probably because...the other person doesn't want to do this."

A shadow falls by the door frame.

Many necromancers quietly appeared in the room, and at the same time, a familiar voice sounded from behind: "If you really knew, you shouldn't have done that kind of thing from the beginning."

Lyle stood there quietly, his fingertips trembling slightly, only then suddenly realized that his ten fingers were cold.

When the door opened again, the person lying on the bed couldn't help complaining: "You don't have to look at me all day, I'm really fine."

"Your Highness, your mana hasn't recovered at all, so how can you say you're fine?" Lynch said with a trace of reproach.

Luside looked at a crystal bottle in his hand. The potion in the crystal bottle was light green. From the distance from the door to the bed, one could feel the calm and powerful fire elemental force.

Luside laughed: "It's useless. The magic power added by the potion is never the magician's own. It just treats the symptoms but not the root cause. It also wastes the potion in the palace."

After a few seconds of silence, Lynch walked to the bedside, put the crystal bottle into Luside's hand, and said softly, "I made this for Your Highness myself, and it does not belong to the collection of the palace."

"You always bring me these things, one day Medea will find out." Luside laughed.

"Ms. Medea wouldn't say it, if she knew that I was doing it for His Highness's benefit." Lynch lowered his eyes slightly.

"Ah," Lucid sighed, playing with the bottle in his hand, and said, "How many bottles have you given me? Ever since I came back—I always thought that you and Olanya had a better relationship."

"His Royal Highness Olanya was indeed very interested in the potions I made before he disappeared," Lynch laughed. "Of the potions I sent to the auction house, eight or nine of the ten bottles were made by Olanya. Your Highness bought it."

"So what now?" Luside said with a smile.

"Now..." After a pause, Lynch said, "I don't know if it's because a year has passed, but after His Royal Highness Olanya came back, I always feel that something has changed."

"What changed?"

"Don't His Highness Luside know?" Lynch smiled slightly, "His Royal Highness Olanya has lost his memory, and this is the biggest change."

"So now that I have lost my magic power, are you going to abandon me too?" Luside said coolly.

"How come?" Lynch lowered his eyes and said softly, "Your Highness is different from His Highness Olanya."

"Why is it different?" After speaking, Luside glanced at the door casually, and muttered, "It's really quiet today."

Lynch laughed: "Your Highness, please rest. I will tell you the difference between you and Your Highness Olanya when I wake up, okay?"

Luside looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled and said, "Do you think I'm a child?"

Lynch's smile froze slightly.

The smile on Luside's mouth receded, and he said lightly: "It's really quiet. If I'm not mistaken, the people guarding outside are from the Maslow family, right? Although the current magicians in the magic troupe are mainly It comes from the two families of Maslow and Holman, but I think that even if Murrell is invited into the palace and the Holman family is controlled, the magic group will not be so scarce that only Mas Someone from the Luo family, right?"

"Your Highness...what do you mean?" Lynch had a smile on his face.

Lucid's mouth curled into a smile.He supported the bed with one hand, leaned over his upper body, and leaned towards Lynch.

The latter had a smile on his face all the time.

Luside looked at him, and slowly stretched out his hand, with a trace of irony in his eyes.

Just when Luside's hand was about to touch him, Lynch quickly moved away.

The chair was kicked to the ground, Lynch looked at him expressionlessly, holding a white thing in his left hand hanging by his side.

Luside raised his brows slightly, and said in a chatty tone, "I thought you would endure it for a few more days, Lynch."